Chapter 26

• "Charles?" I asked, ensuring it was him. Nerves were picking at my feet as I moved my weight back forward on them.
• He would be feeling significantly better to realize that we were at long last getting some place in tracking down Fidelis and presently Alexander too.
• "Holy messenger," he answered. I needed to disregard the hurricane settling at the pit of my stomach at the manner in which he shouted to me. Get yourself together, Matilda.